**This post may not be for the faint of heart--I'm pretty sure (and really hoping) this is as bad as it gets. Consider yourselves warned.**
I'll be honest with you guys, this last date left me a little shaken up. I was quite glad when I got in my car and saw a text from a friend offering to meet up for drinks before that night's dance. I wasn't scared for my life in any way or anything, but this guy was definitely a little intense. And not in that smoldering, passionate, sexy way, but in that "Maybe these thoughts should be saved for your therapist" kind of way.
This guy asked me out through my account with Match (yes ladies and gentlemen, I paid for this experience). My profile there was actually written by a couple of my friends in an effort to put a unique spin on it. His initial message was written to address said friends and request a date. While there may have been a few red flags in his profile, he could at least write well and seemed intelligent. I'm telling you, this was one of those situations where hindsight is 20/20. Anyway, we decided to meet for coffee and I was pretty much expecting the worst. In some ways, I was tragically right. He was just so nervous, which in turn made me pretty uncomfortable. We started talking about my Masters program and I started discussing the various social issues I spent that time writing about. The thing is, we saw eye to eye on several topics and would go back and forth a bit, but every conversation would end up dying. Rather abruptly. Additionally, my overall observation regarding his reactions and conversation style was that while there was an intensity there--which may or may not have been an expression of feeling passionately about the subject at hand--there really was no range of emotion, which I found to be quite unsettling.
Over the course of the date, things really just got progressively uncomfortable and weird. I learned about his current mental issues (which, upon reflection, remembered he was actually quite open about it on his profile), what medications he is on currently (as well as the subsequent side effects), his reasoning behind his current employment choice at a convenience store (yeah...yeah), and he pulled out his journal to show me. I don't scare easily, but I'm telling you guys--I thought I was staring at a prop from A Beautiful Mind. Now, I want to be Jennifer Connelly as much as the next girl, but that's taking it a bit too far. And then there was this lovely exchange:
Me: Talking about whiskey
Chris*: So, do you puff?
Me: I'm sorry?
Chris: Do you puff? Do you smoke pot?
Me: Oh, um, no. No, I don't smoke at all...holy shit, where did that come from?!?
Chris: Oh, okay.
**Only about two minutes later**
Chris: reaches into backpack. Do you have a purse or something?
Me: Yeah...
Chris: Here, I brought you something. Places small brown paper bag on the table.
No joke, I sat there for at least 10 seconds before picking up that bag. Inside it was just a small bottle of Makers Mark, but still...
Anyway, after all of that, the last 15 minutes were quite excrutiating. The discussion flow had pretty much died, he even mentioned an analogy describing flying a plane while cranking the engine or something...and even after that it took 10 more minutes before we got up to leave. I was so happy to get out of there and got out without having to hand over any more contact information and haven't heard from him since. While I do hope he keeps on top of his goals and issues, I think its best that we go our seperate ways. The End :)
*As always, a pseudonym.
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